The Golden Compass

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It slicked the cobblestones of the lower ward, turning the mud into a thick, sucking paste that clung to the soles of your boots. You stood by the window of the small, rented room above the chandler’s shop. Your uniform was damp. The wool felt heavy, cold, and suffocating against your skin. You watched the street below. A group of children huddled under...

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